Indecent Exposure: Hilda's Day At The Beach

Beautiful Busty Blonde Bombshell Hilda Humper Stars In:
"Indecent Exposure: Hilda's Day At The Beach"
Written by Chantal Lefleur


Hilda Humper pulled into the parking lot of the local lakeside park,
her red convertable drawing the attention of some teenaged boys who
were milling around a parked pickup truck talking to the driver and
its occupants. With her almost platinum blonde hair blowing in the
breeze, her voluptuous body packed into a too small sundress that
barely covered her sizeable assets, she was a vision of loveliness,
the object of young men's wet dreams. One young lad looked in her
direction, raised his fingers to his lips and gave her a loud,
appreciative wolf whistle. Hilda giggled to herself, knowing full
well the effect she had on men with her blonde hair, tiny waist, full
hips and a set of breasts that were the size of basketballs, usually
packed into clothing one size too small, giving the impression that
if she moved too quickly, she would burst right out of it. Finally
bringing her car to a halt and putting it into park, she glanced at
herself in the rear view mirror, patted her hair back into place and
checked her lipstick. Opening the car door, she stood up and walked
around to the back of her car before opening the trunk and reaching
into it for her beach umbrella, a couple of beach towels, her bag,
which constained sunscreen, liquid refreshment and a couple of
snacks, and placed them on the ground beside the back end of her car.
Reaching her hands up to the back of her neck, Hilda untied the bow
that held the straps of her sundress together and let the dress slip
down her body until it bunched around her ankles and was grabbed and
placed into the trunk. Beneath her sundress, Hilda was wearing a very
revealing bikini which consisted of a thong and a top that was so
small that it barely concealed each of her pert pink nipples and
their surrounding pale pink areolas.

"Oh my fucking shit, will you get a look at that?" one of the young
boys called out, elbowing his friend in the ribs to get his
attention. "Look at the big fucking knockers on that chick. Holy
shit, I've never seen ones that big before!"

"Damn," said his friend in response. "I'd sure like to bend that
bitch over."

Overhearing them, Hilda giggled aloud before closing the trunk of her
car, picking up her belongings and heading in the direction of the
beach. As she walked, her triple J cup sized boobies jiggled and
bounced provocatively with every step, causing the eyes of every
single one of those teenaged boys to turn in her direction, each
young lad stunned into silence at the vision before him. She shimmied
her shoulders purposely, which in turn caused her enormous boobage to
place extra strain on the flimsy bikini top that was stretched to
capacity trying to restrain them in place. One thing Hilda Humper
knew for sure, her breasts were her most powerful attribute, leaving
a trail of weak-kneed men in their wake. Hilda's firm, round ass
waggled saucily from side to side as she made her way towards the
beach. She smiled sweetly at the boys as she walked past them, her
hips sashaying and her boobies quivering like gelatin, knowing that
she had their undivided attention.

"What's the matter, boys?" she inquired naughtily. "Never seen a pair
of big fucking titties before?"

"Not that big," came the immediate rejoinder from the tallest of the
boys present. "Those fucking things must be about the size of
basketballs."

"Actually," Hilda responded with a wink. "I think I'm bigger than a
couple of basketballs, tee hee hee. And they're real."

"Wow, they're pretty spectacular, all right," one of the boys said,
thinking aloud. "I'd love to play with your big fun bags, maybe even
put my pecker between them sometime. That would fucking rock."

"Well, let's see what you've got down there, sweetheart," Hilda said,
dropping to her knees in front of the boy, lowering the fly on his
Levi jeans and insinuating her small, well manicured hand with its
bright red fingernail polish into the opening in the front of his
boxers, extracting his already slightly tumescent cock. "I just love
the young wienies."

"Oh my goodness, he's a big fucker, isn't he?" she asked
rhetorically, locking her lips around his considerable girth and
sucking on him noisily while people passing by looked on either in
horror or with regret that they weren't the lucky recipient of her
largesse. "It's like a big fucking metal detector, tee hee."

Less than ten minutes later.......
"Holy fucking shit," the boy cried out loud. "I'm
commiiinnninggggggg! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Swallowing his copious load noisily and with gusto, Hilda wiped the
stray jism from her lips and chin with the corner of her beach towel
and with a satisfied Cheshire Cat smile, smacked her lips.

"Mmmm, Mmmmm, that was sure yummy, gummy baby batter. Thanks,
sweetie, that's some fun shit," Hilda told him in a breathy
whisper. "Nothing like a good cocksucking to start the day, as my
mother always says, tee hee."

"Yeah, thanks there, Big Titties," the boy she had just sucked off
replied, wiping his wet dick with a strand of her blonde mane,
leaving a string of cum in her hair before placing his pecker back in
his pants and rearranging his clothing. "I bet you could suck a golf
ball through a garden hose, lady. You're quite the big tittied cum
guzzler."

Patting him gently on the crotch as she stood up and turned to leave,
she tossed her head over her shoulder and as a parting remark
said, "Have a great day at the beach, boys. Suck you later,
sweetheart!"

The buxom blonde bimbo with a penchant for fucking or sucking any
available wee wee walked across the strip of lawn that separated the
asphalt parking lot from the sandy beach, stopping momentarily to
take in the beach area and decide which part of it would be the best
place for her to spread out her beach towel and begin her sunbathing.
Seeing an area that provided the space needed, she turned and picked
her way across the hot sand, trying not to step on any of the people
lying on their beach towels in the hopes of acquiring the perfect tan.

"Oh my goodness," she heard one women exclaim to her husband. "Will
you look at that tart? That woman must be at least in her mid to late
thirties and she's wearing such a tiny bikini, her big fucking
boobies and her ass are just about popping out of it. Don't you think
that's disgraceful, dear?"

Turning his head in the direction in which his wife was pointing, the
husband in question took one look at Hilda's megaton bombs and felt
an immediate stirring in his loins, his cock leaping up
guiltily. "No, dear, I think she looks positively ravishing. She has
a great ass and spectacular titties. I don't see what the problem is."

"Oh, you men are all alike," his wife spat at him angrily. "Stop
staring at her, dear, you're making a spectacle of yourself. I've got
big titties too."

"Not as big as those motherfuckers," he replied with a grin, rubbing
his bulging hard-on. "Makes me wish I was a baby again. You look like
a schoolgirl next to those plumpers. I'd tittiefuck the shit out of
her."

As Hilda made her way across the crowded beach, all male heads turned
towards her and all cocks rose hopefully in her direction, straining
at the fabric of a multitude of bathing trunks being worn by men of
all shapes, sizes and ages. Her tits were wobbling like Jello in an
earthquake with every step, so big, like luscious melons just ripe
for the picking. Hilda knew what attention magnets they were and how
effective, laughing inwardly as she saw the desired response among
most, if not all, of the wee wees on the beach. She swung her hips
with every step she took, her large, round but firm ass swaying from
side to side, promoting lascivious glances from nearly every
adolescent or adult male present. Most of the women on the beach were
grabbing their small children and shielding their eyes with one hand
while smacking their husbands in aggravation with the other.

Finally finding the perfect spot, Hilda took a moment to stretch
casually, thrusting her ripe, oversized melons outwardly as she did
so, creating concern from sunbathers close to her that her big
breasts were going to rip the straps of her bikini top, exposing her
huge expanse of tittie flesh to all and sundry. Giggling inwardly at
the reaction of those close to her, Hilda spread out her large beach
towel, put her umbrella up so as to shield her head from the hot sun
while leaving her body exposed to its warm rays before stretching out
to lay down on her abdomen, planning to enjoy the latest woman's
magazine while she acquired a tan.

"Fuck!" said Hilda, to no one in particular. "My big fucking titties
are so large that I can't even fucking lie down. They keep my neck
and shoulders suspended in mid air so I can't lay my head down, tee
hee hee. This is no good. I can't get comfortable."

Looking around her, she spied a young child who, shovel in hand, was
engrossed in the task of building a sand castle.

"Hey, kid," Hilda called out to him. "Let me use that shovel for a
second, will you?"

The child in question walked towards Hilda uncertainly, but held out
the shovel for her to relieve him of it. Getting on her knees in the
sand and leaning over, Hilda moved her beach towel out of the way and
began digging feverishly, her voluptuous ass pointed towards the sky,
her luscious tittie globes producing cleavage so deep that it could
have concealed weapons of mass destruction.

"Are you going to make a sand castle, lady?" the young child inquired
curiously. "If you are, can I help you? Mine isn't going so well."

"No," Hilda responded somewhat peevishly as she continued
digging. "I'm not making a sand castle. Now go away, you bother me,
you tittie baby. I bet you're about nine or ten years old, aren't
you, you big fucking pussy? Run back to your Momma's titties, cause
you sure aren't getting any of my big ones."

The young child looked at Hilda with tears welling in his eyes before
turning and running to a woman who was sitting nearby on a towel
under a large beach umbrella, engrossed in the latest fictional best
seller. After listening to her child's story, the woman got up from
her towel and walked angrily in Hilda's direction.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" the woman spat out
angrily. "Is that any way to speak to a child?"

"Can't you see I'm trying to dig a couple of fucking holes?" Hilda
responded, her ire rising as she continued to fill the borrowed
shovel with sand and remove it from the holes she was working
on. "The kid can have the shovel back when I'm done, okay?"

The angry mother reached out and ripped the shovel from Hilda's grasp
before taking hold of her child's hand roughly and dragging him away,
back to their own space on the crowded beach.

"Supercilious bitch!" Hilda muttered under her breath, wondering how
she was going to finish excavating the holes she had begun. "The
nerve of some people."

Looking in the direction in which the mother had dragged the child
away, Hilda saw the child pull at the strings of his mother's bikini
top until it fell off into her lap. Lying on the towel with his head
in his mother's lap, he wrapped his puckered, bow shaped mouth around
her nipple and sucked on it, tears coursing down his face, still
reddened with anger.

"That's okay, sweetie," the mother cooed to her child soothingly,
her hand under his chin. "You just never mind that mean lady."

"I hate fucking exhibitionists," Hilda said, loud enough for the
party in question to hear her. "I hate it when mothers breastfeed in
public. Whatever happened to morals and public decency?"

Finally deciding that her hands would do the job nearly as well as a
shovel, Hilda began scooping up handfuls of sand and moving them from
the holes to another location beside her towel. The holes had to be
pretty deep, she thought, flattening her breasts against the sand as
she reached down into her excavations to remove more sand. After a
few minutes, deciding that she had reached the desired depth and
width, Hilda once more spread out her towel, being sure to make a
production of it by wiggling her ass salaciously and bending over as
far as she could to give any man within viewing distance a very close
and provocative view down the chasm that separated her twin peaks.
Poking part of the towel down into the two side by side holes, Hilda
layed down again, this time placing each of her breasts into the
holes she had just dug, which turned out to be just the perfect size
to accomodate what her son Henry called the "biggest and most
beautiful titties in the world."

At last able to lie down in comfort, Hilda suddenly realized that she
had forgotten to put on some sunscreen. Because she had very pale
blonde hair and the skin type to match it, she knew she must use a
strong SPF to keep her delicate skin from burning and peeling. She
pulled the sunscreen from the bag she had packed and sitting up,
applied it liberally to her arms and the front of her legs, doing it
so slowly and sensually that she could almost hear the cocks swelling
around her, straining at the fabric of the swim trunks that contained
them.

"Shit!" she said to herself in a low voice. "How the hell am I going
to spread this on my back and the back of my legs? If I don't get
this stuff on, I'll look like a boiled lobster at the end of the day.
What am I going to do?"

The man lying on the towel next to hers overhead Hilda's mutterings
and sat up.

"May I be of some assistance, ma'am? he asked in a pleasantly deep
voice. "I couldn't help but overhear and I'd be most happy to spread
the lotion on your back if you want me to."

Hilda looked over and was stunned by what she saw. The gentleman was
around twenty-five years old as close as she could estimate, tall,
well built and almost as blonde as she was, although he seemed to
have less delicate skin than her since he sported a bronze colored
tan that reminded Hilda of a Greek god. His chest was broad and firm,
with just a small clump of chest hair, his waist trim, hips narrow,
on top of a set of long, tanned legs. Almost unconsciously, Hilda's
eyes roamed his tall form, resting finally on the area that was
hidden behind the thin fabric of a pretty revealing, colorful Speedo
swimsuit.

"Why, thank you," Hilda said sweetly, batting her eyelashes and
jutting out her tantalizingly titanic titties, barely restrained by
the miniscule bikini top she was wearing.

She breathed in as deeply as she could, her chest rising and falling
in a manner that rhythmically pushed her chest out in an amazingly
delectable fashion, something that was certainly not lost on the man
sitting on the towel next to hers.

"That's so very sweet of you to offer."

"Lie down then," he instructed Hilda, as he moved to her towel and
kneeled down beside her prone form and began to apply the sunscreen
liberally to her back, the exposed cheeks of her buttocks and the
back of her legs, including the soles of her feet. "There, that ought
to do the trick!"

"I'm ever so grateful," Hilda told him coyly. "But I'm afraid that in
this little itsy bitsy bikini I'm wearing, my big fucking titties are
going to get burned. Do you think you could put some lotion on them
for me?"

Without even waiting for a response, Hilda quickly doffed the bikini
top, leaving her enormous chest exposed to his gaze before turning
her body so that her mammoth mammary mounds were within his easy
reach.

"Why, I'd be happy to, ma'am, but do you think this tiny little
bottle of sunscreen is enough to cover the acreage of titflesh you
have on your chest?" the gentleman asked politely, his jaw dropping
and his eyes bulging slightly as he took in the view before him. "My
goodness, your fucking boobies are nearly making my eyes bulge right
out of my head. I've seen some pretty big titties in my day, but none
that could even come close to equating yours."

"I don't think that's all that's bulging out, tee hee hee," said
Hilda, looking down and taking in the noticable bulge in the front of
his Speedo swimsuit. "Seems like your big fucking prick is nearly
bulging right out of your suit, tee hee."

When Hilda laughed, her gigantic breasts heaved and shook, jiggled
and bounced in such a manner that soon all the men within viewing
distance of her noticed a considerable swell beginning in their
nether regions, a reaction that Hilda had come to expect any time her
considerable assets were unveiled. Hilda knew the raw power of her
ponderous chest. They had brought more men to her bed for sucking and
fucking than she could ever count. No man could resist her fabulous
bounty and she loved using her big titties to her advantage,
sometimes causing grown men to weep in their eagerness and desire to
fondle, caress and suckle her.

Taking the sunscreen bottle in his hand again, the gentleman who had
come to her assistance began to spread the lotion liberally all over
the mountainous swells of Hilda's chest, making sure to get it under
her breasts and between them, assuring that she would not sustain a
serious burn to such a delicate and prominent part of her anatomy. He
took his time, savoring the feel of her soft, pillowy flesh,
lingering on her pretty pink areolas and paying special attention to
her pert nipples, rubbing the oil on with the flat of his hands
before carefully massaging the oil deeply into her delightfully
scrumptious and seemingly fragile mammillary peaks. In doing so, the
handsome stranger soon realized to his dismay that his pecker was
standing at full attention and the mushroom tip of it was beginning
to poke above the elasticized waist of his Speedo.

"Peek a boo, I see you!" Hilda squealed delightedly, clapping her
hands together gleefully, causing her breasts to sway from side to
side, naked and liberated from the prison of her bikini top, the
fleshy balloons bobbing joyous and free. "I see London, I see France,
I see wee wee with a glance. My, he's such a handsome fellow, tee hee
hee. Can I give him a kiss on his sweet little ol' pee wee head?"

"I guess I'm busted," the young gentleman said with a hearty
laugh. "But I can't help it. I'm just a normal, red blooded American
boy and those big titties of yours are just too beautifully bodacious
to be believed. I have big hands, but I can't begin to hold all of
your titflesh, even using both of my hands. I think your boobies are
bigger than my Brunswick bowling balls. How big are those things,
anyway? And yes, you may kiss my penis if you like."

"Tee hee hee, of course I'd fucking like," responded Hilda with a
giggle, leaning over and placing a resounding smack on the tip of his
exposed pecker head. "My bra size is usually a 38 JJJ, but sometimes
I have to go to a triple K cup to support these big fuckers. My
lingerie sales clerk says I need industrial strength brassieres, tee
hee hee."

"Well, they sure are irresistible," the man said breathlessly,
lowering his head and placing it in the grand chasm that constituted
Hilda's deep, dark cleavage, shaking his face from side to side, his
nose and chin pressed firmly and deeply into the cleft between her
two fabulous funbags. "Booga, booga, booga."

After what seemed like several minutes to Hilda, the man withdrew his
face and gasped for air as if he were a deep sea diver whose oxygen
tank had run out.

"My goodness, I thought I was going to suffocate in there" he
laughed, with a soft, but masculine voice. "But what a fucking great
way to go! I just love your huge hilly sand dunes. Any man who could
die with his face between your huge hooters would be a lucky man
indeed."

"Tee hee hee," responded Hilda breathlessly, feeling a familiar
tingle throughout her body and an ever increasing dampness in her
pussy. "I just love having my massive titties fondled, caressed,
tweaked, nibbled on and sucked. You would like to suck them, wouldn't
you?"

"Oh, my dear woman, I thought you'd never ask," the man responded
immediately and without hesitation, wasting no time before grabbing
her big breast in his hands and locking his lips around Hilda's pert
and fully erect left nipple, sucking hungrily, using his tongue and
teeth to tickle and probe and nip.

Hilda sucked air into her lungs forcefully, the sensation of his
mouth on her nipple driving her absolutely wild with sexual longing.

"Oh, suck me, suck me!" she cried out, none too quietly, placing a
hand on the part of his cock that was protruding from the top of his
swimsuit, her own juices beginning to flow uncontrollably as her lust
rose with every draw on her delicate flesh. "Nip me, bite me, tease
me, please me, make me cry, hurt me so fucking good! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Eagerly and hastily pushing down the front of his Speedo, Hilda freed
his pretty impressively sized cock and began to rub it vigorously,
enjoying the familiar feel of a rigid mantool in her hand. Stroking
and rubbing it, caressing his dickhead and then his stalk, it soon
grew to immense proportions, so large that it was all that Hilda
could manage to do to close her small hand around it, so long that
Hilda thought it might come close to achieving the same size as her
teenage son Henry's twelve inch instrument.

"I'm playing with your big fucker," she squealed with childlike
abandon, her hand flying up and down the length of his rampant stalk
so fast that her movements caused her hand to blur, the penis in her
grasp expanding to its full length and considerable girth under her
expert and experienced ministrations. "I'm playing with your dickie,
your pecker, your big johnson, your soldier, your flagpole, your big
ol' fucking trouser snake, tee hee hee. Little Hilda likes having a
lot of fucking fun and a lot of fun fucking, tee hee."

"Mmmpphhhhh! Mmmmppphhhhh!" the man managed to utter, his mouth still
full of what he was able to grasp of Hilda's enormous titflesh.

As he tugged on her nipple with his teeth, Hilda cried out loud with
the exquisite pleasure of it, the waves of sexual passion spreading
directly from her nipple to her by now sopping wet cunny.

Hilda was suddenly jolted from her reverie as a stray volleyball
sailed through the air and smacked into her back, startling her,
causing her to jump, her bosom yanked suddenly and painfully from
between the young man's lips.

"What the fuck was that?" Miss Humper asked of no one in particular,
finally realizing that she had been hit by a stray volleyball and
rubbed the offending nipple gingerly. "It hurt little Hilda's tittie
peak like a motherfucker."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, lady," said a winded young man, running towards
her and reaching down to retrieve his ball. "A bunch of my friends
and I were playing and the ball just got away from us. I hope I
didn't scare you too bad."

"It's okay," said Hilda, with more civility than she felt. "But it
did scare me. It caused me to take my hand off this nice man's dick
and lose all my momentum, not to mention yanking my nipple out of his
mouth. That hurt like a bitch. Why don't you try to be a little more
careful next time? Now take your fucking ball and piss off, okay?"

Embarrassed that he had disturbed Hilda's public sex act, the young
lad reached down to grasp his stray ball and was surprised when it
offered resistance. Pulling harder, he realized that he had hold of a
large sphere of pillowy softness. Glancing down in embarrassment, he
was very dismayed to see that he had hold of this woman's gigantic
right breast instead of his volleyball. His dismay soon disappeared
and his horniness appeared in the form of an erection.

"Oh, excuse me, Ma'am," he said earnestly, blushing to the roots of
his hair, not quite sure what to do with this magnificent breast that
felt so soft and warm to his hands, filling his large masculine hands
to capacity and more. "I thought I had hold of my volleyball. Please
forgive me."

"Oh, I'll forgive you all right," said Hilda with a naughty wink,
taking her soft but firm breast and removing it from his grasp. "Why
don't you sit down by me and suckle on my big tittie. It's feeling a
little lonely right now, tee hee. I think it's the least you could do
after scaring poor little old me like that. Would you like that,
sweetie?"

"Boy, would I!" he exclaimed eagerly, relieved that this woman's
anger seemed to have passed.

Sitting down beside Hilda, he locked his mouth eagerly around her
erect nipple and suckled it ravenously, like a starving man at a
king's banquet. Rolling it around in his mouth and occasionally
giving it a gentle nip with his teeth drove Hilda to new heights, her
insatiable libido spirally upwardly, completely out of her control.
The other gentleman who had his enjoyment so rudely interrupted once
more turned his attentions to Hilda's other nipple, careful to do so
gingerly so as to not exacerbate the minor tenderness that the sudden
removal of it from his mouth had caused. Hilda reached down towards
the young volleyball player with her free hand and extracted his
johnson from his swim trunks, beginning an up and down motion on it
that had him crying out in no time.

"Ohhhhhhhh, shittttttttttttt, that sure feels good as fuck to my
pecker," he cried out to her, his breathing becoming ragged and
labored. "You're fucking driving me wild, lady. It feels so good I
can't hardly stand it. Why can't my girlfriend do it as well as you
do?"

Hilda's two pecker at a time tugging was causing her breasts to
bounce so wildly that they would probably have registered a three
point five on the Richter scale, and the effect of that vision on the
two men on either side of her was obvious and immediate, a further
lengthening and firming of their respective cocks.

"Look at me, look at me," Hilda squealed with childlike glee, her
titties undulating lustily, the men on either side of her having to
grasp her nipples more firmly with their respective lips to keep her
breasts from being plucked from their mouths by Hilda's licentious
conduct. "One pecker, two pecker, count them! I'm a two pecker
tugger, tee hee hee. I feel like an olympic skier with two big
fucking ski poles. I'm skiing, I'm skiing, tee hee."

The combination of their mouths on Hilda's nipples and her hands on
their peckers was more than either fellow could bear for long, and
before Hilda realized what was even happening, she felt the twin
eruptions and the warm, wet jism spurting from their respective pee
wee heads, running down her hands like ice cream cones melting on a
hot August afternoon.

"Oh, double your pleasure, double your fun, give me all your fucking
cum," she squealed enthusiastically, the copious semen running down
her forearms and dripping from her elbows onto the outer edges of her
colorful beach towel. "I'm taking a fucking cum bath, tee hee. I'm a
fucking cum dumpster."

Finally pulling their mouths from her extraordinarily large, firm,
fleshy tit pillows, both men sighed contentedly, their heads
continuing to rest in Hilda's ample lap as the last spurts of semen
leaked from their exhausted and now flaccid pee wee heads.

"Wow, that was so much fucking fun. I just love that shit," Hilda
ejaculated verbally. "But what about me? You've both come and I'm
still sitting here all fucking wet and horny. Is that fair? I want to
have some fucking fun too. Or some fun fucking, tee hee hee. My pussy
is all dripping wet and it's hungry for some fabulous, fantastic,
fullfilling fornication, tee hee. I just love that word, it sounds so
deliciously naughty, don't you think?"

"You want to fuck right here?" asked the young lad who had come in
search of his stray volleyball, incredulously. "In front of all these
people?"

"Why the fuck not?" Hilda asked him in all seriousness. "If they
don't like it they don't have to look, do they? I just hate prudes.
There's nothing wrong with us having a bit of fun at the beach, is
there?"

"Gee, I guess I never thought of it that way," he answered
her. "Well, okay, I'm game."

"Okay," said Hilda excitedly, turning onto her abdomen and raising
her round, firm ass in the air until she was on all fours.

Reaching back, she peeled her thong down over her hips and thighs,
then pushed them down past her knees and calves, finally kicking them
out of her way hurriedly, anxious to turn her undivided attention to
the carnal delights she was about to partake in. Waggling her ass
naughtily, she turned to the young men who sat in stunned amazement
on her beach towel, not sure whether or not they could actually
believe what was happening in front of their very eyes.

"Well, come on," she scolded them in her best teacher's voice. "What
are you waiting for? Someone mount me. Come on, don't be shy. I won't
fucking bite you, tee hee. Slap that wee wee on in there. I'm
waiting, and Hildy Wildy doesn't like to be kept waiting. Don't you
boys want some pussy and head?"

The man who had kindly offered to help Hilda apply her sunscreen was
the first to rouse himself, moving into position to the rear of
Hilda. He took his now once more firmly erect dick and guided its
head to the entrance of Hilda's slickly lubricated pussy while she
waited impatiently for his long, thick hardness to penetrate her
willing, wanting, feminine cleft.

"Oh, I'm so hungry for a hard cock in my cunny, so hungry for fuck.
Push it in, push it in!" Hilda screamed out, causing the other people
on the beach to turn in her direction, staring in horror and disgust
at the lewd behavior they saw being enacted in a very public
place. "Fuck me, damn it. I want to be fucked. Fill me up with your
big hard cock. Wee wee me, wee wee me. That's the ticket."

"Well, I never," said an older woman, rising from her spot on the
beach and grabbing her belongings in preparation for leaving,
disgusted to the very core of her being by what she was seeing with
her own two eyes.

"Never?" asked Hilda in amazement, her indignation rising. "Then
maybe you should try it sometime, you used up, dried up old hag. A
little bit of dicking might just do you a world of good. I think a
hard dick in you is good for just about anything that ails you. I
know that I can't go much longer than a few hours without a stiffy
inside me. There would be a whole lot less road rage if uptight,
frigid bitches like you got laid more often."

The angry woman shot Hilda a parting glance that emanated raw
hostility, and all around Hilda people were gathering their
belongings and their children in an effort to usher them out of the
way before things went from bad to worse.

"This is a disgrace!" shouted one older woman, grabbing her child by
the ear and dragging him away while he struggled to see what all the
fuss was about, convinced that whatever it was that his mother didn't
want him to see must be pretty good.

He struggled and strained within his mother's grasp to try and see
just what it was that he was going to be missing and realized, sadly,
that his efforts were futile.

"I have a mind to call the police on you, lady! Or perhaps I should
just call you a whore, since you're certainly no lady!"

"Yes, you call the fucking police," Hilda retorted, laughing at the
woman who was threatening to do just that. "I'd be happy to fuck all
of them too. They can form a fucking line and run a train on me. It's
not like it would be the first time I've fucked the entire police
force. And if that's your husband over there, ask him if he wants to
call the police. Judging by the bulge in his bathing suit I don't
think that he feels the same way you do, tee hee."

Angrily, the older woman stomped off, muttering at her crestfallen
husband who followed two steps behind her, his head hung sadly as his
wife berated him in front of their still protesting child.

"Anyway, where were we?" Hilda asked, returning to the job at
hand. "Oh yes, you were going to stick your big fucker in me from
behind, weren't you? Okay, do it baby. Stick it in. Wee wee my cunny.
Dick me, fuck me, slap my butt and call me a slut!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkk," the older of the two men moaned as
his large, rigid cock slid effortlessly into Hilda's willing slot up
to the hilt, his testicles slapping against the back of her thighs
with a resounding smack.

"Oh, your ballies tickle me," Hilda giggled like a naughty
schoolgirl. "Tickle, tickle, tee hee. That's it. Ball me, baby. I
just love feeling your fucking swinging ballies on my legs."

"Well, are you just going to stand there like a cretin and gawk?"
Hilda asked the younger of the two men in an exasperated tone,
realizing that he was standing in front of her quietly, not entering
into the spirit of things. "Or are you going to get over here and let
me suck your big fucking cock?"

"Oh, sorry," the young lad stammered bashfully as he moved closer to
Hilda, his rigid fuckpole resting easily in his right hand. "What do
I do?"

"Oh, for heaven's sake. Do I have to do everything?" Hilda inquired
of him peevishly. "Stick it in my mouth. This isn't rocket science,
you know."

Hilda opened wide and the young lad who had chased after his
volleyball and had had the great luck of seeing it land on this
woman's beach towel, took hold of his rampant stalk and shoved it
roughly into Hilda's oral cavity, poking her uvula with the tip as
Hilda accepted the entire length of him.

Meanwhile, the fellow to her rear was ramming into her forcefully
from behind, his thrusts so powerful that they made Hilda's huge
mammy mounds, which were hanging below her like engorged cow's
udders, bounce wildly, occasionally moving with enough force to
strike her on the underside of her chin, the enormous weight of them
then swinging back, hitting her upper abdomen before once again
slapping the lower portion of her face.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh," the young man groaned, so
surprised to find that this woman, who was probably at least ten or
fifteen years his senior, was so tight, her sheath enveloping his
thrusting hardness with a firmness that drove him to new heights of
sexual ecstasy. Her pussy walls closed in around his pounding pecker
like stretch fabric, clinging to his male organ like a tight, wet t-
shirt on a busty model.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm," was all Hilda could utter, her pussy and
her mouth both filled to capacity with cock.

"Oh, this is good shit," the young man she was fellating cried
out. "I've never seen a woman who could take me all in without
gagging. This shit fucking rocks! Suck it, Big Tits! Suck it hard!
Pretend I'm a fucking Tootsie pop!"

Grabbing hold of Hilda's ears roughly, he used them to hold her head
steady as he began thrusting the head of his penis right to the back
of Hilda's throat, her cheeks bulging as his meaty organ expanded
within her oral cavity, her tongue stroking the length of his shaft
until it felt so good to him that it was almost unbearable.

The man who was thrusting into Hilda from behind was groaning almost
incoherently, but still managing to pound into her, withdrawing until
only the head of his pecker remained inside her before driving into
her again until his hard penis disappeared from view once again. He
marvelled that a woman of her age was so tight and so unashamedly
horny. He was having the fuck of his life and he knew it wouldn't be
long before he exploded inside her. Hilda was unable to do more than
groan and moan, but her breathing was heavy and labored, her heart
pounding within her chest like a galloping thoroughbred racehorse on
Derby day.

Hilda was nearing the brink herself, sucking on this young man's
pecker was sheer nirvana to her and the man to her rear was pounding
into her unmercifully, pummelling her cervix with the soft mushroom
crown of his pee wee head, driving her to new pinnacles of carnal
ecstasy. She was eager for both her orifices to be filled with cum, a
subtance that the female Humpers all regarded as the staff of life, a
want, almost a physical need. Reaching down with her right hand,
Hilda found her clitoris and begain rubbing and pulling on it in a
circular motion, causing her sexual passion to increase to a frenzy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fucckkkkkkkkk! I'm commmmmminnggggggggg!" screamed
the boy in front of her, and within seconds, Hilda felt the first of
his ejaculate hit the back of her throat, filling her mouth beyond
capacity, trickling down her throat, some of it slipping out between
her locked lips and dribbling down her chin onto her beach towel.

She gulped it down hungrily, savoring every drop of it, still sucking
hard on his pee wee head to extract every single morsel.

Once Hilda had consumed his entire load, she let his penis slip out
of her mouth with an audible pop, now concentrating on rubbing her
clit with her fingers and enjoying the pounding she was taking from
the man to her rear. The young lad took his now deflating penis in
his hand and wiped it on Hilda's cheek to remove the stray cum that
still clung to it, but Hilda was oblivious to his act, so caught up
in the act of copulation that she was unaware of anything else going
on around her.

"Oh, fuck me! Give it to me! Wee wee my pussy! Dick me!" Hilda
shouted, nearing her completion and almost mindless with the
sensations his cock in her pussy was producing. Her breasts were
swinging beneath her like pendulums on a clock and it drove her even
wilder when the man behind her reached around to grab her erect
nipples and tweak them roughly.

"Oh, yes! Play with Momma's titties while you fuck me. This is some
fucking good shit, tee hee!" she cried out. "FUCCCCCKKKKK
MEEEEEEEEE..........OHHHHHHHHHHH."

"Oh! Oh! Oh!", he grunted, driving his hungry fuckstick into Hilda so
forcefully that it was hard for her to keep her balance.

Her breasts were jouncing and jiggling so wildly with every thrust
that they would separate and then slap together so loudly that it
could be heard on the other side of the beach. Sweat broke out on
Hilda's brow and the unrelenting summer sun bore down on the
copulating couple until both of their bodies were covered with a thin
sheen of perspiration.

And then the damn broke. He could feel the force of his ejaculation
as it flowed through the tube of his cock, jetting out of the head of
his warrior, hitting her cervix and her pussy walls with a jet stream
of sticky jism.

"Ohhhhhhh, fill me up, fill me up!" Hilda screamed, her own orgasm
only seconds away from achieving fruition. "Give me all your baby
batter! I want every last fucking, finger-licking good to the last
drop of it. Mmmmmmmm."

And give it to her he did. It filled her cunny and overflowed it,
oozing out, running down the back of her legs, matting the damp patch
of fine blonde hair that graced her feminine region, dripping onto
her beach towel, saturating it and running into the sand beneath. It
flowed out of her in rivulets, a seemingly endless supply of creamy
male ejaculate that continued to stream from the head of his cock
like water from a pump. He continued to thrust. Hilda tightened her
vaginal muscles to milk every morsel of semen from him before she
allowed herself to achieve her own long overdue completion. When
Hilda came, she came hard, her pussy walls vibrating with the force
of it and her whole body trembling as though she was standing atop
the San Andreas Fault during a major quake. Her breasts felt hot, her
nipples burning as the heat of her orgasm worked its way through her
entire body, as though she had been electrocuted. But there was no
pain, only heat and a welcome release from her pent up sexual
frustration. The young lad, whose still hard cock was deeply rooted
inside her, grabbed a hank of her hair and yanked her head roughly
backwards before raising his right hand and slapping her resoundingly
on her bare ass, leaving a red welt in the perfect shape of his hand.

"Oh, spank me, Daddy. Spank your naughty little girl," Hilda giggled,
enjoying this roughness.

It made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.

"Call me a bitch, Daddy. Call me your slut, your whore, your harlot,
your trollop, your tart, your bimbo, your broad, your chippie, your
concubine, your courtesan, your floozy, your strumpet, your tramp,
your little fornicating vixen, your copulating little cocksucker, tee
hee. I'm your fucking nymphomaniac, tee hee."

Finally her orgasm began to ebb and Hilda flopped exhaustedly onto
her beach towel, her movement causing his penis to withdraw from her
cunny and hang limply between the tanned young stud's legs. She was
covered in semen and although she was tired, she felt exhilarated and
younger than she had felt in awhile. Being the mother of two
teenagers made her feel old sometimes, but a young cock in her pussy
seemed to peel away the years and rejuvenate her.

After a few minutes respite, both of her playmates thanked her for
the fun and went back to what they were doing previously, leaving
Hilda to lay in the sun, basking in the afterglow of what she
considered to be some pretty fantastic sex. Hilda had been sucking
and fucking wee wees for as long as she could remember, each sexual
encounter seemingly better than the last. She was insatiable in her
sexual appetites, not the least bit shy about going after what she
wanted, and she wanted it often.

Hilda was just tying the ties to her bikini top when the police
arrived, two officers in each of two police cruisers, lights flashing
and sirens screeching.

"Alright, who called us here?" inquired the young officer as he
exited his vehicle and looked around for the source of the trouble
that had been reported to dispatch. "We got a call that there was
some lewd behavior going on here. Who wants to tell me what's going
on?"

"Hi, Jim," Hilda called out cheerily to the tall officer, rising from
her towel and adjusting her thong with a snap. "I think I might be
the reason you're here. I was just having a bit of fun with a couple
of young fellows I just met, you know, and some folks took offense to
it. Fucking moral busybodies and Puritans!"

"What am I going to do with you, Hilda?", the young officer asked,
shaking his head in amusement. "Every time I turn my back you're
getting into some sort of mischief."

"Tee hee hee," giggled Hilda girlishly. "Like the mischief we got
into last time you pulled me over for speeding, tee hee? I had fun
sucking your big wee wee and I thought you had fun too."

"Well, Hilda," the officer said sternly, choosing to ignore her
words. "Having sex on a public beach breaches the bounds of public
lewdness. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in."

"Ohhhhhh, will you put me in handcuffs, Officer Rogers?" Hilda asked
hopefully, with an innocent demeanor as the young officer took her by
the arm and led her in the direction of his cruiser, letting his
elbow brush against the humps of her round globular pillows. "I love
it when we play cops and robbers, tee hee hee. Want to hide your
baton, officer?"

Ten minutes later..........
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Hildaaaaaaaaa," Officer Rogers moaned, pulling his
dick from between Hilda Humper's lips and wiping it off on her bare
breasts before placing it back in his trousers. "I'd sure love to
know where you learned to suck cock like that and could you teach my
wife?"

"Tee hee hee," Hilda giggled in response, swallowing his copious load
hungrily. "It's an art form, Officer Rogers. Now, who's next?"


THE END